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her mamaw's plate
shattered on the kitchen floor
another piece of love, gone
fried chicken, cornbread
meals over a well loved table
no longer have a proper home
a scratch will heal & scar
that wound will go forgotten
but not love given over an oven.
her mamaw's plate
shattered on the kitchen floor
another piece of love, gone
fried chicken, cornbread
meals over a well loved table
no longer have a proper home
a scratch will heal & scar
that wound will go forgotten
but not love given over an oven.
was it lambent starlight
flickering as her car
sped down the freeway
with the windows down
music blasting through speakers
or was it just her astigmatism
making all lights sparkle?
romanticism made her life
just a little better
turning a runaway
into a fairytale princess
was it lambent starlight
flickering as her car
sped down the freeway
with the windows down
music blasting through speakers
or was it just her astigmatism
making all lights sparkle?
romanticism made her life
just a little better
turning a runaway
into a fairytale princess
a sixteen year old girl in 2005
a knock off mp3 player blasting
"take this to your grave"
face pressed against a window
on a school bus going & coming
to & from unsafe, cold places
she doesn't understand fractions
but she understands that when she wraps a studded belt
around her throat-
a sixteen year old girl in 2005
a knock off mp3 player blasting
"take this to your grave"
face pressed against a window
on a school bus going & coming
to & from unsafe, cold places
she doesn't understand fractions
but she understands that when she wraps a studded belt
around her throat-
Like a skipping CD,
your words repeat
they loom over me
but I can't turn it off
there's no next track
no batteries to run dry
I just scream to tune you out
I'd go deaf just to
never hear your voice again
Like a skipping CD,
your words repeat
they loom over me
but I can't turn it off
there's no next track
no batteries to run dry
I just scream to tune you out
I'd go deaf just to
never hear your voice again
she sunk into the water
the temperature was searing
turning her skin from porcelain
to a red so burning
if only it could take her under
do away with her like a lobster
a bath wouldn't, couldn't
solve her problems
just the briefest of a reprieve
from a life too hostile
she sunk into the water
the temperature was searing
turning her skin from porcelain
to a red so burning
if only it could take her under
do away with her like a lobster
a bath wouldn't, couldn't
solve her problems
just the briefest of a reprieve
from a life too hostile
a horse bucking her off
as they flew across a meadow
didn't spook her
but her boyfriend throwing her
in the deep end of a pool
should've scared her shitless
or at least enough to leave
before he put a knife
against her throat
not a lick of self preservation-
she passed it all to me
a horse bucking her off
as they flew across a meadow
didn't spook her
but her boyfriend throwing her
in the deep end of a pool
should've scared her shitless
or at least enough to leave
before he put a knife
against her throat
not a lick of self preservation-
she passed it all to me
she shaves down edges
she dons her mask
all to placate people
who want her to be less
no one likes an oddball
they want you to fit in
she uses plainer language
she puts her hands in pockets
there's nothing she wouldn't do
for a list of what's allowed
even if it means
misery for her
she shaves down edges
she dons her mask
all to placate people
who want her to be less
no one likes an oddball
they want you to fit in
she uses plainer language
she puts her hands in pockets
there's nothing she wouldn't do
for a list of what's allowed
even if it means
misery for her
"Oh I don't know anything,"
He says, bats his eyes at her.
A boyish grin, playing clueless
about as well as she plays piano
without a lesson in her life.
Her hands on go her hips,
cocks her head to the side.
One more time, lies cross his lips
but this time, she gets off the ride
"Oh I don't know anything,"
He says, bats his eyes at her.
A boyish grin, playing clueless
about as well as she plays piano
without a lesson in her life.
Her hands on go her hips,
cocks her head to the side.
One more time, lies cross his lips
but this time, she gets off the ride
pay the bills
work all day
scrub the dishes
clean your plate
wash rinse repeat
it's balderdash
when we are meant
to write poetry
to make art
to lounge in the sun
and fall in love
why have free will
when you are trapped
on society's stupid
fucking hamster wheel
pay the bills
work all day
scrub the dishes
clean your plate
wash rinse repeat
it's balderdash
when we are meant
to write poetry
to make art
to lounge in the sun
and fall in love
why have free will
when you are trapped
on society's stupid
fucking hamster wheel
kids say we're cooked
as they plug in prompts
into some internet app
ask it to make "art"
tell it to write essays
it turns human thought
into bland abstraction
there's better drawings
on toddler finger paintings
and better thoughts
scrawled on bathroom walls
than what AI 'creates'
kids say we're cooked
as they plug in prompts
into some internet app
ask it to make "art"
tell it to write essays
it turns human thought
into bland abstraction
there's better drawings
on toddler finger paintings
and better thoughts
scrawled on bathroom walls
than what AI 'creates'
spin me around the dance floor
place a kiss upon my cheek
tell me that I'm pretty
and that you'll never leave
treat me like a princess
turn my life into a dream
make me fall for you
I say that I don't believe in us
but maybe I will close my eyes
and tell a fairytale
spin me around the dance floor
place a kiss upon my cheek
tell me that I'm pretty
and that you'll never leave
treat me like a princess
turn my life into a dream
make me fall for you
I say that I don't believe in us
but maybe I will close my eyes
and tell a fairytale
Whispers jumped
from lips to lips
across the campus
like frogs on lilypads-
'didn't you hear'
'somebody told me'
'I got this email'-
a gruesome tale,
salacious gossip--
a true story dissected
into bits of entertainment
Whispers jumped
from lips to lips
across the campus
like frogs on lilypads-
'didn't you hear'
'somebody told me'
'I got this email'-
a gruesome tale,
salacious gossip--
a true story dissected
into bits of entertainment
ever since I can recall
I have wanted to run
all my favorite songs,
they're all about leaving
Boston, little rock, Arizona
dots on maps of possibilities
will changing where I am
change the one same thing,
me?
ever since I can recall
I have wanted to run
all my favorite songs,
they're all about leaving
Boston, little rock, Arizona
dots on maps of possibilities
will changing where I am
change the one same thing,
me?
I could drive this road
with my eyes closed
relying only on my memory
sharp curve here
one lane there
backroad, craters scattered
like tears in loved old jeans
leaves in the ditch
creek always rises
after sun melts winter's snow
my love for it came
long before its afterglow
I could drive this road
with my eyes closed
relying only on my memory
sharp curve here
one lane there
backroad, craters scattered
like tears in loved old jeans
leaves in the ditch
creek always rises
after sun melts winter's snow
my love for it came
long before its afterglow
they pound their fists
against the ground
chanting words
that make them proud
matching shirts
with matching letters
a hive mind &
hive values
you fall in line
to feel a part
of something greater
until you falter
then you are sacrificed
on their sisterly altar,
"a bad example"
they pound their fists
against the ground
chanting words
that make them proud
matching shirts
with matching letters
a hive mind &
hive values
you fall in line
to feel a part
of something greater
until you falter
then you are sacrificed
on their sisterly altar,
"a bad example"
If only it was as easy
to fall up into legacy
as it was for a man
who could bankrupt a casino
to reach the American apogee
for a woman to reach hers
with intelligence
and experience
If only it was as easy
to fall up into legacy
as it was for a man
who could bankrupt a casino
to reach the American apogee
for a woman to reach hers
with intelligence
and experience
isn't it insane how humans
tie up all our worth
in what we can produce
and if people find value in you
to opt out is a privilege
to be a successor to riches
a dream you can forget having
but most of us will spend
all our lives chained to a screen
isn't it insane how humans
tie up all our worth
in what we can produce
and if people find value in you
to opt out is a privilege
to be a successor to riches
a dream you can forget having
but most of us will spend
all our lives chained to a screen
a sticker on the cover
says "parental advisory"
this lyricist writes songs
that suggests something illicit
you hand the CD to them
that makes you complicit
a sticker on the cover
says "parental advisory"
this lyricist writes songs
that suggests something illicit
you hand the CD to them
that makes you complicit
saw his doppelganger
at the grocery store
I got my shit
and got the hell out
a panic attack in a parking lot
vision blurry
heartbeat fury
when is it my turn
to wake up normal & happy?
another reason no contact
such a great idea
saw his doppelganger
at the grocery store
I got my shit
and got the hell out
a panic attack in a parking lot
vision blurry
heartbeat fury
when is it my turn
to wake up normal & happy?
another reason no contact
such a great idea
a song from her childhood
from a forgotten girl group
that sounds like Ireland--
commercialized version
it takes her back there--
romanticized version
visions of tire swings
and wooden jungle gyms
something picturesque
didn't quite exist
b*witched always said:
wanna say, c'est la vie
a song from her childhood
from a forgotten girl group
that sounds like Ireland--
commercialized version
it takes her back there--
romanticized version
visions of tire swings
and wooden jungle gyms
something picturesque
didn't quite exist
b*witched always said:
wanna say, c'est la vie
staring down the bottle
just need a lil consulation
brown bitter liquid
my old friend whiskey
I could walk away
find anything else
but southern comfort,
it knows me so well
staring down the bottle
just need a lil consulation
brown bitter liquid
my old friend whiskey
I could walk away
find anything else
but southern comfort,
it knows me so well